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*Warja* · 06-21-2014, 05:26 PM

Warja, not one to ever waken with a cheery disposition, remained unimpressed by Aksel's list of relations. She had no idea who those wolves were, so his enthused chest puffing was met with a sarcastic Riiight," and an equally impressed expression on her sleepy features.

Well, it didn't appear she was going to head back to lala land anytime soon, so Warja stood up and shook her coat out before once again taking a seat. Somehow the snow had managed to insulate her and keep her warm, and without it, the young wolf was chilled. A few flakes clung stubbornly to her coat, but for the most part it was gone. Much to her surprise, Warja felt almost naked without it, like it had been second skin that she'd just thrown away.

She shivered, gazing flicking once to the porcupine to mark its progress before returning her gaze to the boy. He didn't appear fazed by her talk of monsters, so that game was out the window, but maybe she could turn the porcupine into something. "My name's Warja." She took a deep breath, then, "And you should be, at the very least, wary, of the monsters up here. That thing over there?" She jerked her head in the direction of the porcupine, "Is called a porcupine and it's one of the worst monsters we have up here. It has poison in its quills and if you get stuck by one it follows you until you die. Then it drags your body back to its lair and eats you."

She sniffed, gaze returning to the porcupine that was minding its own business, hurting nothing but the plant life it called food. "I'm a monster hunter. Been following that porcupine for awhile now." Warja's eyes returned to the boy. "I had family, but it's dangerous up here, Aksel, so next time you see one of those, walk the other way." There. Maybe that would finally get his attention.

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